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of his shorts between us. It should have been enough to stop me, but it wasn’t. I needed him. Nathaniel raised my hair, bit gently at the back of my neck, and a sound drew from my throat. The two of them fell on me, hands, mouths, bodies, like they were fire to my wood, but this wood drew them in, drank them, almost. Jason pushed against me, and the shorts were baggy enough, the silk thin enough that he entered me. The barest of touches, but it was enough to bring me up for air, to make me draw back from him.

He drew back enough to whisper, “Sorry.”

My voice sounded as breathless as his when I said, “I’m not on birth control.”

Everyone froze. Jean-Claude peered over Jason’s shoulder. “What did you say, ma petite?”

“I stopped taking the pill six months ago. I’ve only been on it for two weeks. No guarantee for another two to four weeks.”

“You made love to the Nimir-Raj.”

“He’s been fixed.”

Asher said, “She did what?”

Jean-Claude looked across the bed at him. “Her hunger woke for the first time with the new Nimir-Raj. You have not met him.”

“You have,” Asher said.

“Oui.”

Jason was looking at me, and I had to put a hand over his eyes, close them; And the embarrassment helped, but the ardeur only withdrew momentarily, like a wave pulling back from the shore, I could feel it rushing towards us again. Jean-Claude was right, every time I said no, the next time was harder to deny.

Jean-Claude rolled off the bed, and I heard a drawer open. He came back into sight with foil-wrapped packages and wordlessly handed them to Jason and Nathaniel.

That did it. I crawled out from between them to huddle against the headboard. “No, no, no, you said no intercourse.”

“I said, that you do not need intercourse to feed.”

“No, oh, so no.” I tucked the robe around my legs and covered everything I could, which was pretty much all of me.

“We are not planning on them having intercourse with you, ma petite. But I have both fed on desire and been fed off of by Belle Morte. There comes a time in the feeding where you lose yourself and cannot always think clearly. I do not want regrets if we get carried away.”

“I am not going to have sex with Nathaniel, or Jason. Keep this up, and you won’t even be on the list.”

“I would rather have you angry with me and not in my bed than accidentally pregnant by one of them.”

“I think I can keep from fucking them.” I sounded angry, but it wasn’t anger that I felt, it was a seed of doubt. That hesitation made the anger worse. I always hid behind anger when I could.

“And before this morning, you would have sworn even more strongly that you would not fuck a strange man you had just met.”

The blush was so hot, it almost hurt. “I didn’t mean to.” That sounded weak even to me. “I couldn’t . . .”

“You could not control yourself, ma petite, I know. But if you lose control again, would you not rather be safe?”

I shook my head. “If I can’t control myself better than this, we’re not going to do this.”

“And if you do not feed from the lust in this room, how will you go into the lupanar tonight? How will you see your wereleopard lover tonight when he accompanies you to the lupanar without losing your precious control? How will you stand this close to our Richard and not offer yourself to him? Ma petite, you have had sex with a stranger.”

“He is her Nimir-Raj,” Nathaniel said. “They are meant to be a mated pair.”

“Pretty to think so,” Jean-Claude said, “but I have been where ma petite is right now. I have felt the hunger for centuries, and I tell you that you will not be able to go among the shapeshifters tonight unless you are sated. I ask again, can you delay this meeting for a few nights?”

“I might be able to delay it for a night,” I said.

He shook his head. “No, ma petite, one night will not suffice. You are drawn to Richard and now to the Nimir-Raj. I think you will be unable to think around them unless you have fed. Your wereleopard’s life is at stake. Can you afford to be that distracted? Can you bear the thought of being that out of control in a public setting, among potential enemies?”

“Damn you,